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Mithias staggered as his quick reflexes were jolted into action by the sudden weight of a schoolchild landing on his back. He had no idea how she had managed to get above him, of course it had to have been magic of some kind, nonetheless, his hand instinctively intercepted the blade that was driven at his neck. The edge cut him as he grasped it, causing a good amount of bleeding down his arm. Fortunately, he was a fair bit stronger than the Maka and kept himself from insta-dying. He gasped at the pain of it. He would have been intrigued at the sensation, but he didn't have the time to dwell on it in that moment. 

"Please, no. I no longer wish to die." He said strangely. Seeing as Maka was making demands, instead of killing him, he didn't feel it necessary to throw her off immediately, so he stayed in place with her on his back. She was ragged, scared, and angry. He could easily sense her surface thoughts and emotions and felt sympathy. Things were not right in whatever universe this was, but his principles and motives were still the same. He would help. He would play the role written into his heart in whatever game this was. It was time to leave behind frantic rebellion and accept circumstance with grace and maturity. "I am Mithias, ever-dreaming. I am unable to awaken and unable to die. I don't know what that robot is, or why it's here. I am also most certainly insane, so of course I would be friends with Asura." He added with mild amusement. "Actually..." He looked at his bleeding hand as he slowly let go of the blade. "...I might be able to die after all." The wound hurt, and it wasn't healing all that rapidly, at least, not compared to when he had been undead, if that had even been real. 

Curiously, he licked a bit of blood from his palm while Maka decided what she was going to do next. 

He frowned. ... That was weird.